tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33417257747969674932024-02-20T05:44:38.248-08:00Little ThingsThe world is full of tiny books no one bothered to read. Little bricks that no one used. This blog is dedicated to painting the dust that we blow off our brushes...WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-77548424847690794462012-03-15T12:56:00.001-07:002012-03-16T08:09:51.820-07:00The Case for Tangled Part 1.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> <span style="background-color: white;">In 2010, Walt Disney Animation Studios produced it's 50th animated feature<span style="line-height: 20px;"> in the </span>Walt Disney Animated Classics<span style="line-height: 20px;"> series. The well known story of a witch, a prince, a tower and girl with lots of hair was retold with pure genius. Tangled</span><span style="line-height: 20px;"> earned $200,821,936 in the USA and Canada and an estimated $389,900,000 in other countries for a worldwide total of $590,721,936!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> The movie tangled is my personal favorite animated film, and as you might expect I've seen it dozens of times. What I wan't to do today is respond to a few accusations I've heard people make against this movie; allegations that I believe show the heart of our culture in several ways. Today, we're going to "unbraid" this beautiful story- today I want to make my case for Tangled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Not only is this charming character probably the cutest of Walt Disneys creations, but also, I believe her story holds essential Christian truths. Let's take a look...</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpF-TdW8ZI3DSxs41lD70bkXZytusFR3wv-B-wpncEi45o0Aw3WW1V9un_AzeqelL0h6EMADiDY9yGdVOKb3TSSmMhezVGrEB95GYOtHWZ0yMxq_SHULQOlQltWDisHE7-LoUzG0fzOk/s1600/images+(3).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpF-TdW8ZI3DSxs41lD70bkXZytusFR3wv-B-wpncEi45o0Aw3WW1V9un_AzeqelL0h6EMADiDY9yGdVOKb3TSSmMhezVGrEB95GYOtHWZ0yMxq_SHULQOlQltWDisHE7-LoUzG0fzOk/s200/images+(3).jpeg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I think we've all been in one of these at some point or another. Small towns, poor neighborhoods, low paying jobs, or even overprotective parents. We look around and see four walls and a window with no real room for growth- let alone fun!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The first thing that struck me about Rapunzel was her childlike outlook on her surroundings. We, as Christians need to be more like Rapunzel, and embrace what we've been given no matter how hard we have it. In the words of Jesus </span><span style="background-color: #f9fdff; color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;">"Let the <i>little children</i> come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Okay, let's all just agree right now... this guy is a total Stud! Athletic, funny, tall, good hair; Flynn is the epitome of what just about every guy wants to be. As with Rapunzel, let's look over Flynn and Eugene's roles in this film.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2uBhjpkqcwrTlhgMEETtOwnBU1D6adp8vP9cR8zlzk4uWlyUGzZKwTjjm4Fu4CgUAEjIY-e-huUzgfF5cWgVAsmf3kxW2H70IJIcA7_C8A60O72cb3iTC900PshtcgY5NmAjH5gHHcY/s1600/can't+get+my+nose+right.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="105" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM2uBhjpkqcwrTlhgMEETtOwnBU1D6adp8vP9cR8zlzk4uWlyUGzZKwTjjm4Fu4CgUAEjIY-e-huUzgfF5cWgVAsmf3kxW2H70IJIcA7_C8A60O72cb3iTC900PshtcgY5NmAjH5gHHcY/s200/can't+get+my+nose+right.jpeg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> My dad has this saying; "wherever you are, be there." He's told me that for as long as I can remember, and it applies here pretty well. One thing that really sets Flynn apart is the fact that he's a step ahead of everyone(at least in the beginning). He's a thief, and a good one. So how does this apply? Remember my dad's advice? God wants his people to work hard, as unto him. The pervasive characteristic with Flynn is that he's not lazy. He is the brains of a three man team that has apparently had a fair amount of success, and his obviously lighthearted yet confidant personality beams with the harvest of hard work... But he's a criminal? So what if he's good at it?</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYzYgf-hQJdS9TMmM99tL0DD9Pq9fw_sVVqTrNASeo4oul5ivnAZ6z8Lf3YoaSRVOax-6k5dHbSAp49y3V99o5d9VL39o07pfZpMAYecIN0y9O32nAqN6yXcey6cKXBTLDj7EQZKRkCA/s1600/images+(5).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYzYgf-hQJdS9TMmM99tL0DD9Pq9fw_sVVqTrNASeo4oul5ivnAZ6z8Lf3YoaSRVOax-6k5dHbSAp49y3V99o5d9VL39o07pfZpMAYecIN0y9O32nAqN6yXcey6cKXBTLDj7EQZKRkCA/s320/images+(5).jpeg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> If the story stopped with Flynn he'd be just another hard working criminal, but it doesn't. Eugene was an orphan and had no real life father to look up to, only a character in a book; Flynnigan Rider. He looked up to him so much as to grow up by the same name and talents... only he was little different. Flynnigan Rider</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> wasn't a thief and Flynn Rider was.<br /> Boys need fathers to lead them and teach them to lead. An actual flesh and blood father is what God intended but the reality is, we boys will look up to and thus emulate someone whether or not he's a fictional character. Eugene looked up to the good guy, Flynnigan, and inherited almost all of his admirable persona except for one crucial element. Flynn Rider was a thief with no aspirations other than hard work to get himself an island where one could rest and get a good tan(with copious amounts of cash surrounding). However, by meeting Rapunzel he is given sight of what true happiness consists of. Remember guys, crowns and muscles are great, but finding a princess and defending her with your life(by princess and crown I basically mean anything you love or believe in), that's what makes life worth living.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> So what do we learn from Eugene? Do good, for the right reasons, and do a darn good job!</span>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-21621010577269704632012-01-17T12:25:00.000-08:002012-01-17T12:25:37.736-08:00Newest song project! "We Are"<br />
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We shoved off and hoped for the best,</div>
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Lifted anchor and covered our scars,</div>
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With pencil and paper- we wrote out a future,</div>
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and called it ours,</div>
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In a little white house on a corner,</div>
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with a porch swing and roses in bloom,</div>
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I made you the queen of my castle,</div>
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We were happy,</div>
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and we'd sing. . .</div>
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sunshine and rain,</div>
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I'll be the the same,</div>
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and I will run to you,</div>
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wherever you are,</div>
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never too far,</div>
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like sunshine and rain,</div>
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we are,</div>
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our first chapter turned into a book,</div>
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filled with fights and dark alleys and sun,</div>
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and though desperate at times,</div>
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the danger was half of the fun,</div>
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you were young then wise then perfect,</div>
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when the golden hair turned to grey,</div>
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your smile never faded,</div>
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and the love never went away,</div>
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and we'd sing. . .</div>
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sunshine and rain,</div>
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I'll be the the same,</div>
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and I will run to you,</div>
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wherever you are,</div>
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never too far,</div>
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like sunshine and rain,</div>
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we are,</div>
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I woke up and saw my mistake,</div>
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you were beautiful but- just a dream,</div>
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you'll always be the prettiest girl,</div>
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that I've never seen,</div>
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so i'll sing. . .</div>
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sunshine and rain,</div>
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I'll be the the same,</div>
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and I will run to you,</div>
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wherever you are,</div>
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never too far,</div>
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like sunshine and rain,</div>
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we are,</div>
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<br /></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-69531701369081660622011-11-21T09:29:00.001-08:002011-11-21T09:29:55.122-08:00Can Faith be Fearful?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"> My youngest brother, Jeb, loves oats in milk with sugar sprinkled on top. Nearly every time he gets hungry he asks me, "can you-can yo... Awex, can you pweez get me some oats, and miwk, and sugar, and a bowl, and a spoon." He's just a little over three and doesn't say much at all, but when he's got a craving he doesn't have any difficulty telling me what it is, no matter how many times I tell him no. </span><br />
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Jesus told his disciples to become like little children. It's clear that to "become" is to come "from" some state or another. So what state are we coming from? Do you remember what the disciples were talking about before Jesus said this? They were discussing who would be greatest in the kingdom of heaven. They were debating over status, something that was very prominent in that time. So why did Jesus tell them to become like little children?<br /> In general BC culture children lived under the "seen but not heard" rule with rigid restriction. And yet when jesus came around, they sang openly in the temple and followed close by him without fear of what was culturally prudent. Jesus was telling his disciples to be like that. To love him so deeply that they would never fear or compromise for the sake of their socio economic category.<br /> I once read that "Christian humility is not meekly admitting we are nothing, it is submitting to gods will and doing everything he tells us to." Put a four year old alone in a dark room and he cries because it's dark. Put a four year old in a dark room with his daddy and he giggles because it's dark. Children trust and have little reservation about being protected but somewhere between toddler and adult we pick up this notion called "status".</div>
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Now let me just say that status is by no means evil, but the fear of status is a very VERY bad thing! What is fear? Fear is saying that you don't trust god with your all. That you think you know better than he does. Essentially fear says that God is not god. Fear of anything but god is the death of faith. If you believe in god, then no one is too cool to be an example to and you're never too old, young, or educated to learn.</div>
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In faith there is no fear. In faith there is no pride. In faith we ask god for our daily bread(oats and milk) and know that he will always do what is best.</div>
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~Alex G.</div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-38149342235539337962009-05-12T12:14:00.000-07:002009-05-13T08:31:05.144-07:00so this is what it's like to be on the blogs... I'd nearly forgotten! You see that horrid monster FB has taken up all of my writing/typing time.<br />Be that as it may I am here now and today I thought I would share a small quote from my 2008-2009 journal...<br /><br />4-28-09<br />"Dear Journal<br />I have often wondered about that most common opening phrase,"dear journal". It almost seems to make assumptions of intimate familiarity, as of one addressing a letter to friend or family.<br /> This seems strange to me, for a "Journal" can take no secrets or give any of it's own, unless one put the letters and scribbles of my design as somehow "put to the Journals Memory".<br /> Yet, ludicrous as this seems, I shall begin my recall of times past with this most common, doleful, and illogical opening(regardless of it's illogicality, and the implications therein).<br /> At the present I am, of course(and quite necessarily) writing in my journal. My location? Well, I am at our house in Eagle Pt. OR. I am comfortably seated in the kitchen, at (of course), as you have probably guessed, the "kitchen table".<br /> I am in the chair just northwest of the foot of the table(or left of the end, if one be seated at this point).<br /> Whew! Okay, now that I have bored you(My "Dear Journal") with factual, geographical recall, I must need's liven the "rhetorical impartation", if you will, with the chronicling of the significant events of my short life(well at least recent happenings).<br /> On the 15th of April I...<span style="font-style: italic;">Were sorry, but the following contents of this journal could not be disclosed the expressed wishes of it's author. Said journal has been labled "Top Secret", until further notice is given...</span>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-30761060409804510542009-03-19T13:25:00.000-07:002009-03-19T13:28:25.800-07:00Happy birthday kolt!It is very hard to find time to blog while also trying to keep up to date with face book.<br />I just wanted to say HAPPY BIRTH DAY <span style="font-size:78%;">kolten</span>!!!!!!WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-65941387926483953112009-03-09T20:52:00.000-07:002009-03-09T21:43:46.507-07:00Omnibus HomeworkHow do we know that we truly comprehend and understand the whole truth about the incarnation?<br /><br />Firstly, every thing we believe must be internally present and externally proved. Jesus said that by their fruits you shall know them. If we believe that theft is unethical than we should not steal. I it pure hypocrisy to say we are compassionate Christians whilst we refuse to stop and see if the old lady on the side of the road needs help.<br />That said let us define what the "whole truth" about the incarnation is.<br />When God created the world He did it through speaking the word, and in the beginning the word was with God and the word was God and the word became flesh and descended to the earth it had created for to redeem the object of it's grace. Christ was fully man and fully God. This is called the "hypostatic union". It is the conjunction of the immortal God and the mortal body of a man.<br />If we are to"incarnate"our thoughts into practical application then we must ask forgiveness of Christ our mediator, have faith in his power to regenerate us and work out our salvation through faith in good works(which we are now able to do thanks to the incarnation)WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-38108003312242224622009-03-08T20:41:00.000-07:002009-03-08T21:07:14.038-07:00Notes from church!I wish I had time to expound but this will have to do for now.<br /><br />Live in hope, live in holiness, live in fear. People tend to ignore our need to live in the fear of the Lord. <br />Fear God and conduct yourself accordingly because God is a just judge, visiting the sins of the father on the third and fourth generation, but blessing to a thousand generations.<br />Gods judgment begins with his people.(Psalm 50:16), those who do not conduct themselves rightly, those who forget God will be torn apart.<br /><br />You have been ransomed at an infinite cost. Creation cost far less to create than to redeem. The renewal of the world was wrought by the self same Word that spoke it into existence. God had to give His son to buy back what was already his.<br /><br />We so often set our sights on the perishable rather than the precious. We were ransomed in spite of ourselves, (not because of). We should fear to make the blood of Christ common place.<br />When we don't understand the price of our sin, we will not appreciate Christs blood.<br /><br />-Thank youWhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-62774802478058745022009-02-25T21:20:00.000-08:002009-02-25T22:35:41.302-08:00Wintergrass 2009 was awesome!!!I am now officially excited by the future, and it's many prospects.<br />Before I say any more I must confess that Wintergrass was challenging emotionally, with so many great players I felt myself on the verge of jealousy more than once. Despair was also close at hand, however my constant prayer and supplication to the Almighty God of heaven and earth was a great comfort and help.<br />My grandma was also very kind to me. My Grandma, my mother, and the wonderful musicians I was privileged to meet, were the chisel that God used to shape my character. Thanks to every one for the encouragement.<br />My passion is to be a first class musician, not just for the name, but rather for what I can do by it. When you have substantial finances you can give to the poor, when you are a big name musician you can inspire other musicians who are less skilled by showing a genuine interest in them. I know the feeling (thanks to Jeremy Garrett, Cassey Driesen, Andy Leftwich, Michael Cleaveland, Darol Anger, Jason Carter, Tashina Clarridge and ok there are more those are just the fiddlers) .<br /><br />well talk later<br /><br />-aLeX<br /><br />p.s. Jakes CD is done now. To Get info about it go to, www.myspace.com/jakedewhirstWhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-79133066765649802892009-02-20T08:07:00.000-08:002009-02-20T08:38:54.370-08:00Wintergrass 2009 is awesome!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivoWY0VmrCzPnRUEX5WzUNIjdkLd1P2P7t-IkWigCbIwz8N277x_5jmO9gwWokWze_RyJVqzlCBiRy-Qpsr1L8JpPJvUpVEXUXTKoJ1jzIzy7OUlJLOc_mwXjspeS_lrV_U5IASjft6E/s1600-h/Wintergrass+034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivoWY0VmrCzPnRUEX5WzUNIjdkLd1P2P7t-IkWigCbIwz8N277x_5jmO9gwWokWze_RyJVqzlCBiRy-Qpsr1L8JpPJvUpVEXUXTKoJ1jzIzy7OUlJLOc_mwXjspeS_lrV_U5IASjft6E/s200/Wintergrass+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304913943814213474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Molly Adkins and Martin Stevens(friends of mine) opened up the festival. They did great!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTJy4GLAJQ85bHAewh7ziV_LJVIgd7Je9XFbeiEK1XqijvqS7-MVODJl0z2Zv5f3NZV3C8MU1MzJWCYRolf_2V_Xlxr-bjdcTpXcuNRZsWPH3b7IUvb7_qKUV-wCHiAf0AEy8Ng9D30o/s1600-h/Wintergrass+011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTJy4GLAJQ85bHAewh7ziV_LJVIgd7Je9XFbeiEK1XqijvqS7-MVODJl0z2Zv5f3NZV3C8MU1MzJWCYRolf_2V_Xlxr-bjdcTpXcuNRZsWPH3b7IUvb7_qKUV-wCHiAf0AEy8Ng9D30o/s200/Wintergrass+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304913935197914386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is me with the academy fiddle and banjo teachers. Jason Carter(left) was very friendly and gave me a lot of insightful instruction. Thanks to Grandma Dot for paying my way to go.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHqoZ3NPdiTF7kFp1oOMMKZc2aFW9fsH1WDRAntKETaY7_yGupSq2dlCRL0t_0yn-xGw8IGhoYiiG0TgzAsoUpxKLHU6eF8KDlCMZLvp14zRd2ROTo-eCr79QPd9OJQrpR8KFcG3xaL0/s1600-h/Wintergrass+014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyHqoZ3NPdiTF7kFp1oOMMKZc2aFW9fsH1WDRAntKETaY7_yGupSq2dlCRL0t_0yn-xGw8IGhoYiiG0TgzAsoUpxKLHU6eF8KDlCMZLvp14zRd2ROTo-eCr79QPd9OJQrpR8KFcG3xaL0/s200/Wintergrass+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304913940681709858" border="0" /></a></div> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is me with Ronnie McCoury.<br /><br />Bye Bye now!WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-84451479528817273772009-01-26T11:40:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:10:01.992-08:00Of Faith and Praise<div style="text-align: center;">oh blessed peace and serenity sure<br />that guides our eyes, helps us endure<br />like walking through a foreboding tomb<br />with Gods own Word to light the gloom<br /><br />as one is laid to earthly rest<br />and tears flow free and non repressed<br />take not sorrow so much as joy in life<br />for one of God has escaped earths strife<br /><br />weep, yes mourn for one so dear<br />the will of God is surely here<br />as Lazarus came forth from deaths door<br />we shall be made alive on the kingdoms shore<br /><br />such an example my Godly aunt has portrayed<br />the trust of the Lord she hath not betrayed<br />thou good and faithful servant, that doth glorify thy Lord<br />keep your shield of faith around you and don't lay down the sword<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">-By Alex<br /></div></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-59448679206709245012008-12-23T21:11:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:10:02.072-08:00Group 'activenny'<span style="font-family: webdings;">I have recently been wandering through the untrodden fields of never afore perceived thoughts traveling along the train which is intended for the conveyance of such neurological frequencies. My thoughts speed incessantly towards one so prominent in history as to uplift the loftiest poet, yet shame, by his character, all those who are in association with his very name, who have wit enough to see his fault[s].</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: webdings;">Guess to whom I refer, if you dare condemn one to such a title.</span><br /><span style="font-family: webdings;">(btw colorful answers are encouraged)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: webdings;">-Alex</span>(as if you didn't know)WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-14907205404259421522008-12-22T20:22:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:10:02.086-08:00Hi jake!WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-62520826178139464972008-12-20T19:11:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:10:02.100-08:00random thaught"I have been going through a bumpy tunnel. That is to say, I am at a point in my life when I understand little and try to less. I am more concerned about myself instead of others, yet correction of this is external and never internal."<br /><br />How do you respond to statements like this? Just reading this is sobering, so how should the response be characterized so as to enlighten and improve the listener?<br /><br />Or should the response be intended to bring such results?<br />Hmmmmm?<br /><br /><br />-alex<br /><br />p.s. I love fiddle(violin)WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-7199574588979358242008-12-13T15:53:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:10:02.116-08:00CD<div style="text-align: center;">what is your favorite solo instrument? That is, what instrument would you be most satisfied listening to by itself?<br /><br />On the twentieth of this month my mother and I will be going to Salem. I previously went with my best friend Jake Dewhirst to record a solo album he is recording. However a few of the solo's that he and I did where not up to the standards we had intended.<br />So now we are going back to the drawing board and finish the CD asap.<br />I am praying that all goes well because if not...<br />Well, here's a hint"$$$$$$$$$$$$$$",and"Big big big big".<br /></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-72315783600420599962008-12-01T20:21:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:10:02.146-08:00I am so glad that my mother is learning to play again!<div style="text-align: center;">At the thanks giving talent show momma and I played an old fiddle song together. She did simply superb!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy1keqpSkHwOPie9luNUhMYfSu-dnjaGsgA3fHNrHEN41j2NqbGYr_MwknfCN5gXKiwF42EBwM0Di4fQSa0cA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Notice her excellent posture and beautiful outfit, all backed by the ever steady, unswerving melodious guitar executioner.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />P.S. I am the other fiddler, but of course you new that.<span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br />-Bu-by now<br /></span></span></div></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-76066857762867842002008-11-12T07:52:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:10:02.164-08:00This is an idea that I have for a song.Sometimes I go to bed but am not at all sleepy, which gives me the opportunity to think in complete silence(perfect for song writing). The only problem with this scenario is that,being in bed, I cannot play or sing so every thing has to be done mentally.<br />The only solution that I have found to be reliable is to #1,<span style="font-style: italic;">bite my pillow and sing as inconspicuously as possible through my teeth, & #2, wright the lyrics down on the notepad of my cellphone(I L-O-V-E </span>that incredibly useful device).<br /><br />But now I will disclose to you my idea from a nights work(my jaw was a little sore).<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A Day Well Slept<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />chorus<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sleep through the day, miss what it means<br />the message is lost, when your in your dreams<br />watch what you say, say what you mean<br />open your eyes your eyes, He will help you to see<br /><br />See if you can figure out what the rest of the song is about.<br /></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-33262417887029860602008-11-04T22:01:00.000-08:002009-02-03T21:10:02.178-08:00This is the extravagant responce to my...uh thingMy dear primogeniture and most cherished blessing of conjugal ties.<br /><br />Methinks it meet to salute thee for thy sagacious and admirably articulated oratory, which prudence compels me to concede that such commendable, such colloquial utterances, I estimate, have never before been vocalized in the delivery of a cell phone greeting. Nay, in no wise has any such linguistic declaration ever charmed my senses more, or caused me to muse so intently upon the laudable qualities of one so dear to my soul. Bravo, and fitly spoken my son!<br /><br />I trust that my affections to engage in eloquent discourse with thee are reciprocated with fondness, and sincerity. Therefore, I beseech thee my beloved son, upon thine earliest convenience, and without undue stress or difficulty to thyself of course, to call upon thine aged, yet noble sire, that I may divulge the purpose of my summons, and expound to thee that which weighs upon my thoughts and earnestly inclines me to seek thy humble and cultivated sentiments. Until circumstances are amenable and time shall precipitate our cherished conversation that we may speak our minds freely to one another, I remain, thy affection father, Alexander Stevens Goldman, the third possessor of that name.<br /><br />Godspeed my son.WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-31191062934980319392008-10-24T12:42:00.000-07:002009-02-03T21:10:02.193-08:00my(wanna be) Shakespearean answering machine<div style="text-align: center;">well aware am I of the good intent of your call<br />however I must needs miss this opportunity for conversation, with which you where set on having<br />nay, 'twas not meant to be, that we should engage in most prodigious, most lovely of all pass-times<br />was not meet with the plan our heavenly father inscribed on His holy tablet before the beginning of the world.<br />But I tell you truly, as Alexander Stevens Goldman, fourth possessor of that name In blessed godly lineage, that do you leave name, number and any other information constructive to the purpos of thine call, I shall do my best to return it and make quarry as to your intentions.<br />But until then... Fair thee well!<br /><br />"beep!...If you would like to page this person, press 5 now, at the tone(in the comment section) please record your message.<br /><br />-aLEX<br /></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-57931108028003058442008-10-13T20:55:00.000-07:002009-02-03T21:10:02.206-08:00Poem(slow 'em)<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Autumn leaves<br />from the trees<br />fly through the air<br />like honey bees<br /><br />then on the ground<br />making nary a sound<br />till along comes a shoe<br />that grinds and pounds<br /><br />into a pile all the leaves go<br />and set aflame go up in smoke<br />and on her car the old woman finds<br />fresh soot that in cold air still winds<br /><br />not a single speck<br />escapes the wondrous sight<br />of the lord God above<br />bringer of autumn delight<br /><br />-aLeXWhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-62419296524312759992008-10-01T20:13:00.000-07:002009-02-03T21:10:02.245-08:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Here are the poems I've written:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Blogging</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Blogging is a thing that as often as I can I try to carry through</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">to get exposure, to unleash my feelings and all of this upon you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">but when the computer is off and the laptop shut,I begin my life anew</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">for every day is like a post which must pass the Lords review</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">-by me</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">The caterpillar </span><br /></div><div style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">From the complacent clouds neath a blanket of light<br />From the night sky above, from the stars ever bright,<br />Comes a call, a longing, nay irrevocable plea,<br />To the one who lies hidden in an old cedar tree,<br />For the caterpillar doth keep his place<br /><br />And thus he slumbers never stirring<br />Monotonous days and nights enduring<br />Always from his original shape detouring<br />Till on beautiful wings the sky he may greet<br />With his cares to the wind he is longing to meet<br />And the flowers that bloom with nectar so sweet<br />Yet the caterpillar doth keep his place<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">And now he can feel it! his resurrection is near<br />to leave his small dungeon to join sky's that are clear<br />to the greet the world beyond, once again to appear...<br />and ah... he has begun to break free from his shell<br />to unlock the door to his previous cell<br /><br />and away he flies to the suns bright rays<br />for metamorphosis is over and a butterfly he stays<br /><br />Akin to the beautification of so unattractive a creature<br />Gods hand has shaped my grotesque and sinful nature<br />not have I one thing in my self worthy of the glory men<br />accept the alien righteousness which by the holy spirit Christ did send<br /><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">And now that I am out of ideas it is time to say "The End".<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><br />-Written by Alex<br /><br /><div class="post-header-line-1"><span class="post-timestamp"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">Contemplation of an infant</span><br /></span><span class="post-icons"><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1388159221"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=585629839719354231&postID=1169508778694423444" title="Edit Post"> </a> </span> </span> </div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzZE1uOkYKbdb6Xx3llu_1b94RO7O5U5gRBR8b6z0KmVK0M85z0-dDi9sI35iJAykjm-kJ_rFzfmu5PRS-8aBDYwa-waqtq2ewll8_q2kFozPO-vO8xKl3vQQ7a00S7JKV6ScCaFdgYZw/s1600-h/everything+gold+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzZE1uOkYKbdb6Xx3llu_1b94RO7O5U5gRBR8b6z0KmVK0M85z0-dDi9sI35iJAykjm-kJ_rFzfmu5PRS-8aBDYwa-waqtq2ewll8_q2kFozPO-vO8xKl3vQQ7a00S7JKV6ScCaFdgYZw/s320/everything+gold+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211455507182101314" border="0" /></a><br />Oh the trials of life, that I daily face<br />and the strain of a world with a fast moving pace<br />and how my feet and hands have grown in size<br />I know that before to long from the floor I will rise<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQRHh1SZbSfbKbnP_tjn5Tx_SuO_hPKztXIcwFPPVYui2GRQ7fAutbHFBnzqH42Gtoois4RCuvpGGVBoZ36PVlck2IETTzPun0-kkkDXraya-cBMjyFklvFLkojy4_IAGMuTc2YJGLVOb/s1600-h/everything+gold+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpQRHh1SZbSfbKbnP_tjn5Tx_SuO_hPKztXIcwFPPVYui2GRQ7fAutbHFBnzqH42Gtoois4RCuvpGGVBoZ36PVlck2IETTzPun0-kkkDXraya-cBMjyFklvFLkojy4_IAGMuTc2YJGLVOb/s200/everything+gold+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211457926871759394" border="0" /></a>be kind to me while I am small<br />for soon I will be both strong and tall<br />then in the field's I will romp and play<br />but for now I must sit here and contemplate the day<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFLZwEX_JDIJG-lsEbW2F8597kZKBuB792tGF8kA3GEfsBixggJ6NUCg3EIgGD9lZZD3xFvgpkIcSLHbCnP7XxtAOlSaz5D5OmMOgoys8IlBsYZrOh0TIDFuF1CKZwNsSVEV7iWzjti_R/s1600-h/everything+gold+156.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFLZwEX_JDIJG-lsEbW2F8597kZKBuB792tGF8kA3GEfsBixggJ6NUCg3EIgGD9lZZD3xFvgpkIcSLHbCnP7XxtAOlSaz5D5OmMOgoys8IlBsYZrOh0TIDFuF1CKZwNsSVEV7iWzjti_R/s200/everything+gold+156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211461086046293538" border="0" /></a>The end!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">The Grace of God</span><br /><br />Forsooth the trails in every day<br />Which in our lives do continually stay.<br />The fear of death the frets of of life,<br />The anger of man unleashed in strife.<br /><br />We find morbid pleasure in criticizing,<br />The ones we love antagonizing.<br />We live for tomorrow forgetting today<br />To our money for provision we pray.<br /><br />All fear the end though most ignore<br />And in our hearts this perplexity we store<br />For the knowledge of sin is given to all<br />We fear what might happen after the sod doth fall.<br /><br />We may be helpless but there is a way,<br />To avoid the judgment sure to come on that day.<br />It was for this purpose God sent His chosen Son,<br />Our mediator our redeemer is God's only Son.<br /><br />In gratitude of this I give all glory to Him,<br />To small a payment for so great a sin.<br /></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-89043273917712159692008-09-26T11:20:00.000-07:002009-02-03T21:10:02.293-08:00A redneck holiday<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Twas the night before Christmas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">in my double wide house</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Not a soul was stirring</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">'cus I'd just shot the last mouse</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">There wern't no salcks ta hang on the wall</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">a'cus no one wey knew wared socks...not even maw</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Then out in the yard came such a noise and claimar</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(like the time the law cum and took uncle Roy to the slammer)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">then maw told me"get ye on out there Sammy,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">or I tell you ill thump you and redden your fanny"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">well get'n up at 12 A.M! wan't a'tall fun</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">but I pocked a hole in the vis queen and pointed my gun</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Then what with my bloodshot eyes did I see</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">but a fly'n ford full'a dawgs a'cumin at me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Then I blinked triply or forpley and again did check</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"THE LEGENDS TRUE EVERYBODY, ITS THE CHRISTMAS RED NECK!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">He came cum screech'n to a halt on 'flat squirrel avenue'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">and our stove pipe got much bigg'r when ol' Santey cum thoo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ummmmm...... Ill write the rest of it later</span>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-54171209970094752962008-09-05T11:11:00.000-07:002009-02-03T21:10:02.310-08:00A random thought, and scale variations<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRGPrXSlHQStaLDMwA-oV19ynmCfcIKXxz_L-SSak9sTS1Nk0CPjq35HsAPVRM7vgsgBPCMfaZRsj0sxe8id4nJdSeq1B5jDNtr03rBQJo9H03vmZ3wwyFWPpoWoQ1BQWd9IjSDx7gPSZ/s1600-h/anna,+grandma,+play+08+130.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglRGPrXSlHQStaLDMwA-oV19ynmCfcIKXxz_L-SSak9sTS1Nk0CPjq35HsAPVRM7vgsgBPCMfaZRsj0sxe8id4nJdSeq1B5jDNtr03rBQJo9H03vmZ3wwyFWPpoWoQ1BQWd9IjSDx7gPSZ/s320/anna,+grandma,+play+08+130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242624858019420434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hello, this Alex speaking. I wish only wish to show you a brief thought which has plagued me for the past day.<br />Yesterday I was viewing the definition of the word "A", little was I aware that the definition took over twelve paragraphs. </span><br /></div></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" > <a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrx3om04bf0IQKtRll-1bVO_Sq1kE9uUe4_CxHk_vTlM_WaB1PicX_pDpa62gstRFQEmdN0zW_jZ6YXQdIHFC21qerKsO7ko5a9mO2mQHroP6ikjzwwtulDInKxuq6hVlrfFk89DZm1Iq/s1600-h/Alex's+pics+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMrx3om04bf0IQKtRll-1bVO_Sq1kE9uUe4_CxHk_vTlM_WaB1PicX_pDpa62gstRFQEmdN0zW_jZ6YXQdIHFC21qerKsO7ko5a9mO2mQHroP6ikjzwwtulDInKxuq6hVlrfFk89DZm1Iq/s320/Alex's+pics+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242602743311502178" border="0" /></a><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSeOE71xmAtPk_aVoYhb0hR_RgbLXeN-LeDVxRhmfydVXOry3z6IhP8p8VsG0zbuxGUGHg_v2eae-cLxZscpvg7xdXHb-IVaVBfT36pyiv39N76vsulJLJrmTmVeVK8GPcHFzlepUBoPcv/s1600-h/Alex's+pics+013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSeOE71xmAtPk_aVoYhb0hR_RgbLXeN-LeDVxRhmfydVXOry3z6IhP8p8VsG0zbuxGUGHg_v2eae-cLxZscpvg7xdXHb-IVaVBfT36pyiv39N76vsulJLJrmTmVeVK8GPcHFzlepUBoPcv/s320/Alex's+pics+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242602738495518242" border="0" /></a> </span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Aside from this, I have been learning "Cannon In D" (Bach) with my cousin David. I have a different version so we are having to do a bit of patching and reorganizing so that we can play together.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">In addition to sight reading I have been working a lot on improvisation. I recently bought "Dan Tyminski's" solo album, and am currently working on bringing the fiddle break on the song "knock knock" under my rule. Other great albums I now posses are the "Infamous String Dusters" new record, and Sierra Hull's new solo album "secrets".</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Here are some of the exercises I do on fiddle:</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />Key of C/c,d,e,c,d,e,f,d,e,f,g,e,f,g,a,f,g,a,b,g,a,b,c,-<br />(Numerical pattern) 1,2,3,1,2,3,4,2,3,4,5,3,4,5,6,4,5,6,7,5,6,7,8.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />(this can be carried on to the next 6 available octaves, and can be duplicated in any key)</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Something else you can do is mix two different scale variations. For example try ascending with a pentatonic scale and descending with a major scale.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Example/(ascending) g,a,b,d,e,g,a,b,d,e,g(descending)g,f#,e,d,c,b,a,g,f#,e,d,c,b,a,g.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">This is a convenient two octave scale variation which goes from open G string to the second finger on the E string. This is great for warm ups because it is difficult,diverse, and quickly acquaints you with all possible notes in the spectrum.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">If you play fiddle,guitar,mandolin,or Cello, please try these and tell me what you think. And if you are a professional who knows something better for guitar or fiddle(Which I am currently learning) I beg you to comment and tell me it in detail. I would love to learn something new so please do not be shy.</span><br /></span></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-84518323278214418192008-09-02T14:31:00.000-07:002009-02-03T21:10:02.327-08:00Bad hair-day<div style="text-align: center;"><br />You know it, we have all had them... Bad hair days have claimed thousands of victims. Here are just an unfortunate few.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAV_opwakgK6K6s5MmN43IB41oya9uJGA7BL_Geg1RbaIvOdIKeumFS1BgrpwyVP8bea6KhXYJXCjNABkrt6DDe6qwEBBbZu-mpj7b3mmCF_WR3JeqFJgJCrpnGNoqgGDf_0s1C4Iq0Wq/s1600-h/anna's+cam...08+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAV_opwakgK6K6s5MmN43IB41oya9uJGA7BL_Geg1RbaIvOdIKeumFS1BgrpwyVP8bea6KhXYJXCjNABkrt6DDe6qwEBBbZu-mpj7b3mmCF_WR3JeqFJgJCrpnGNoqgGDf_0s1C4Iq0Wq/s320/anna's+cam...08+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241541100439650034" border="0" /></a>Lose curls, rogue ringlets, and uncompromising waves have victimized many if not all.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxjEO1Qm8QxADPvR1_2dHQZNcDPpF0imWA_CHfUvRXJGSWqeGR4QulgKQthMNNXp5R77EOBN9Bg3pkRAa3dMtXrPQgHlf2nzYTD81jMIRzy3KiBbbmIBAPJTMTkj1YJUQ2XvQ5oZrZmV6U/s1600-h/anna's+cam...08+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxjEO1Qm8QxADPvR1_2dHQZNcDPpF0imWA_CHfUvRXJGSWqeGR4QulgKQthMNNXp5R77EOBN9Bg3pkRAa3dMtXrPQgHlf2nzYTD81jMIRzy3KiBbbmIBAPJTMTkj1YJUQ2XvQ5oZrZmV6U/s320/anna's+cam...08+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241541866649692674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_g1rYz7XrQxv4sLrFTPsCgo-C3AMr6KJs1DlzGD0rXIp2OzzNQ8OqpVYrBsbaTSXG7WeSUmbCjyXWYUeqdAEnshTund4QFFPm2TPp3hHtDDDNDZ_VsjAPUV085Py0CrU4qJw8Sd8l3fk6/s1600-h/Collin+Fossial+080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_g1rYz7XrQxv4sLrFTPsCgo-C3AMr6KJs1DlzGD0rXIp2OzzNQ8OqpVYrBsbaTSXG7WeSUmbCjyXWYUeqdAEnshTund4QFFPm2TPp3hHtDDDNDZ_VsjAPUV085Py0CrU4qJw8Sd8l3fk6/s320/Collin+Fossial+080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241544536286405090" border="0" /></a>Its enough to make you sick!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokferX9DBZSCooRDZFk_OR4n1f_FkjEvlWsmLqf9beb3flfpCyCVqVV9dbbPdQO_qOB9auOYme7awoUWKjI0skuWyFtv1Q5MwMQUVpoAzPOF3hXy202GlxGUv0I8YJpN_wiR0kzR2RwLr/s1600-h/anna's+cam...08+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhokferX9DBZSCooRDZFk_OR4n1f_FkjEvlWsmLqf9beb3flfpCyCVqVV9dbbPdQO_qOB9auOYme7awoUWKjI0skuWyFtv1Q5MwMQUVpoAzPOF3hXy202GlxGUv0I8YJpN_wiR0kzR2RwLr/s320/anna's+cam...08+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241541870677096642" border="0" /></a>I have no hair!!! WHYYYYYY!?!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Tl-etXmKpmBjdZez0rktnjgYqq1hamAvCGpZ3zwaJ6xzWOjjjO_f2S95gGVDykLRDnfTp392YaZMs4DiXSQZEtAJagdTNwkYK3wMcqogpMKzjmwIauklAm4wDBi5__1JY1jThbU-RK60/s1600-h/wild+family+pics+011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Tl-etXmKpmBjdZez0rktnjgYqq1hamAvCGpZ3zwaJ6xzWOjjjO_f2S95gGVDykLRDnfTp392YaZMs4DiXSQZEtAJagdTNwkYK3wMcqogpMKzjmwIauklAm4wDBi5__1JY1jThbU-RK60/s320/wild+family+pics+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241546263909216418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelZbqr6LrNXcdS9F9h3bysJL24FdWAIZjbgpPNXzWGgx6EyPbEZGb8kLBHM7G3p-cJAsRV1REgLmz09PKGiZqN_a3UjMWPys6ZF5sEW-XUbdcQbFl5Wo7UkR-9ZD0mT4xrVLRDuzAG3Hp/s1600-h/Steve's+40th+birthday+148.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelZbqr6LrNXcdS9F9h3bysJL24FdWAIZjbgpPNXzWGgx6EyPbEZGb8kLBHM7G3p-cJAsRV1REgLmz09PKGiZqN_a3UjMWPys6ZF5sEW-XUbdcQbFl5Wo7UkR-9ZD0mT4xrVLRDuzAG3Hp/s320/Steve's+40th+birthday+148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241548278545480178" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Tl-etXmKpmBjdZez0rktnjgYqq1hamAvCGpZ3zwaJ6xzWOjjjO_f2S95gGVDykLRDnfTp392YaZMs4DiXSQZEtAJagdTNwkYK3wMcqogpMKzjmwIauklAm4wDBi5__1JY1jThbU-RK60/s1600-h/wild+family+pics+011.JPG"> Wear a hat, save us all from indegestion.<br /></a></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-641468684212018682008-08-25T21:59:00.000-07:002009-02-03T21:10:02.345-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfs6dtsZJWDiTiw1t2Trqkqv0c9lMCefsqjrFXOmj9Ype4nxQ2B9xAWX7ELuZZV6B44BLcCZHFsx3YeQ9RfxGzycGZ6Hk4Ojmq1ezUiskNcUY0ss_pYsrLVFnIlBMmR775dIWC3yM9DSw/s1600-h/088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfs6dtsZJWDiTiw1t2Trqkqv0c9lMCefsqjrFXOmj9Ype4nxQ2B9xAWX7ELuZZV6B44BLcCZHFsx3YeQ9RfxGzycGZ6Hk4Ojmq1ezUiskNcUY0ss_pYsrLVFnIlBMmR775dIWC3yM9DSw/s320/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238687357697674914" border="0" /></a><br />Now tell me what you see that is different?<br /><br />-aLeX<br /></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3341725774796967493.post-4112906157426533422008-08-17T10:24:00.000-07:002009-02-03T21:10:02.229-08:00"The Caterpillar"<div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">From the complacent clouds neath a blanket of light<br />From the night sky above, from the stars ever bright,<br />Comes a call, a longing, nay irrevocable plea,<br />To the one who lies hidden in an old cedar tree,<br />For the caterpillar doth keep his place<br /><br />And thus he slumbers never stirring<br />Monotonous days and nights enduring<br />Always from his original shape detouring<br />Till on beautiful wings the sky he may greet<br />With his cares to the wind he is longing to meet<br />And the flowers that bloom with nectar so sweet<br />Yet the caterpillar doth keep his place<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >And now he can feel it! his resurrection is near</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >to leave his small dungeon to join sky's that are clear</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >to the greet the world beyond, once again to appear...</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >and ah... he has begun to break free from his shell</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >to unlock the door to his previous cell</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >and away he flies to the suns bright rays</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >for metamorphosis is over and a butterfly he stays</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >Akin to the beautification of so unattractive a creature</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >Gods hand has shaped my grotesque and sinful nature</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >not have I one thing in my self worthy of the glory men</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >accept the alien righteousness which by the holy spirit Christ did send</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;">And now that I am out of ideas it is time to say "The End".<br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >-Written by Alex(</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >no illegal plagiarism</span><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" >)-</span><br /></div></div>WhenFiddlesDreamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13892468886422863848noreply@blogger.com7